Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.